Inamorato and misogamos, or, A Love-song mock'd

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Title: Inamorato and misogamos, or, A Love-song mock'd
Publication: London :: Printed for H. Brome ...,; MDCLXXV [1675]
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The Mock.
And when I hear the filthy Jars
'Twixt John and Joan, those Curtain Wars;
Considering well the destiny
Of such as Priests or Hangmen tie;
The Tattoo of the Bed and Cradle,
The walking of the Tongue and Ladle;
The dirty Doll's, and jumping Jugg's,
Their hunches, nips, and Cornish Huggs:
The drery noise and Ruthfull cry,
When Pots are broke, and Trenchers flye:
Methinks I'me yoak'd to some foul Sib,
My Costard shatter'd with my Rib.
I feel the want of Land and Goods,
My hairs are gray, my Antler buds.
My cares increase, my Wife's with Child,
My House is smoaky, and until'd.
Blest man, I say, who curbs desire,
And keeps his fingers out o'th' fire:
All my Gaul to this is Honey,
No Martyrdom like Matrimony.